Southern Small Towns

Why I Love Southern Small Towns: A Grocery Store Conversation Over Duke’s Mayo

I stood in the condiment aisle trying to decide between a giant jar of Duke’s mayonnaise, or the giant giant jar of Duke’s mayo. If you’re from the South, you know Duke’s is a staple—it’s practically its own food group.

As I stood there debating, I heard a man’s voice behind me say, “You just can’t go anywhere anymore without gettin’ bad news.”

A Conversation in the Grocery Aisle

I turned and saw a gentleman—probably 75 or so—standing by me, clearly hoping to engage in conversation. In a small southern town grocery store, strangers rarely stay strangers for long.

I obliged.

“Oh my,” I replied. “I’m sorry you’ve been given bad news.”

He pointed toward the pickle shelves. “That woman I’s talkin’ to up ‘er, she told me about a friend of mine in Floyd who just died.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Third friend I’ve had die in six months. Now my sister ain’t good. She’s in a nursing home. Ninety years old. Ain’t but this tall.” He held his hand out to show me how petite she was. “My Momma was small too—but a workhorse. She’d go out in the field to harvest crops with a baby on her hip, then come inside to cook. That was back in the 1930s and ’40s.”

I opened my mouth to say something—what, I don’t know—when he suddenly got a twinkle in his eye.

Connecting Over West Virginia Roots

“You from these parts?” he asked.

“No, sir. I’m originally from West Virginia.”

His eyes lit up. “What part?”

“Princeton,” I said.

“My Daddy was from Athens! Moved to Narrows when he was about 17. Got into some trouble for punching a man, ended up going to Mississippi, then they sent him over to Smyth County to work. How’d ya git down here?”

So, right there in the condiment aisle, I gave him the Reader’s Digest version of my last few decades—where I’d lived, why we’d moved, and how we’d ended up here.

He furthered the conversation into genealogy and ethnicity…

He grinned. “My last name is German. My Momma was French. I’ve got some Scotch in me too. I’m just an old hounddog!” He cackled with laughter until it turned into a cough. Then he patted his chest and added, “I have COPD, too.”

He started to leave. “It’s been nice talkin’ to ya.”

I smiled and told him the same, adding that I hoped he’d get some good news before the day was done.

“Me, too!” he said, laughing and coughing again.

Why I Love Small Southern Towns

That short three or four minutes in a grocery store aisle reminded me why I love small, southern towns. In Appalachia, rarely does one meet a stranger. Rarely does it feel awkward to share a piece of your life with someone you’ve never met. For many older folks, these conversations are their version of Facebook—connection through simple, everyday interactions.

And I’m always thankful to be part of it.

Oh—and in case you’re wondering—I went with the giant giant jar of Duke’s mayonnaise. I wouldn’t be a true Southern woman if I hadn’t.

Forgotten

Parents, do you remember the first time you allowed your child to be at home by themselves? How old were they? How long were they on their own? Did you wax anxious?

Life with Britni means I never leave her alone. Ever. I won’t even work upstairs if she’s downstairs and Robbie’s not home. Which is what makes what happened to her so heinous…

Routine

She was four. For two years, I’d already been sending her to school in Early Childhood Special Education. She didn’t go full-time, just half-days, and on this particular day, she’d been riding a morning bus only a couple weeks (she had a car driver bring her home). The previous two years she had a car driver for the morning, too, but we moved, and I was told one wasn’t available for her. I all but begged, as Britni needed closer attention, but was flatly told “Sorry, nothing is available.”

Add to this, we had a long narrow driveway that a bus couldn’t traverse.

Again, “Sorry.”

So, I’d get up before the sun, get Britni ready, and she and I would make the 45-minute round-trip to take my husband to work so I could have the car to drive her to the end of the driveway to meet the bus.

On this particular February day, our routine was usual. I loaded her on the bus where she sat in a car seat directly behind the driver. I buckled her in, kissed her, told her I’d see her in a few hours, then went back to the house to start the day.

Five Hours

For the next five hours, I washed the breakfast dishes, made the beds, vacuumed, got the ingredients out for what I was making for dinner that evening, took a shower, and watched a grainy Today Show (we didn’t have cable & only had three fuzzy channels).

As the time neared for Britni to arrive home, I got out some comfy pants to change her into and some thick socks. She wore AFOs (ankle-foot orthosis—these helped her with proper foot positioning where she was born with clubbed feet) and always loved having them taken off and replaced with soft, warm socks when she got home. Who wouldn’t?

Time passed. It was 20 minutes later than when she usually arrived home. I kept looking out the window, up the driveway, straining to listen for the car rolling across the gravel.

More time passed. By now, 45 minutes had passed. I thought,maybe they had to stop for a train, or there was road work, but I needed to know. So, I called the bus garage.

“This is Teresa, Britni [last name]’s mom. I was wondering if you’d heard anything from her car driver. She’s not home yet.”
“Just a minute, let me see,” said the lady who answered the phone. “No, we’ve not had any calls in.”
“Well, she’s really late—like, almost an hour.” I began to worry even more.

“What school does your daughter attend?” she asked.

I told her the school’s name and she put me on hold.

About 90 seconds later, she came back on the phone and said, “Ma’am, your daughter wasn’t at school today.”

It was then that everything in me went into some weird, internal sensation…like everything dropped. It was the kind of drop where your body knows something your mind isn’t ready to name.

“Yes, she was! I put her on the bus this morning at 7:45!” I said.

I don’t remember the next couple comments, I just remember her saying, “We will find her. We will call you.”

I was in some kind of suspended state. The thoughts that rolled through my head I can’t even share because I don’t want to revisit them. I literally went out to the car to see if I’d just lost my mind and left her in the back seat of the car in her car seat. My chest was pounding, I paced, I could barely breathe, and I gripped the phone so hard I could hear the plastic cracking in it.

Keep in mind, there were no cell phones. There wasn’t anything online. The only connection I had between me and the bus garage and school 30 minutes away was my home telephone.

After about thirty minutes, they called.

“We found her,” she calmly said. “She’s been with [bus driver], and she’s going to call you.”

I fell to the floor sobbing, phone still in my hand. The bus driver called, I answered, and here’s what I heard.

“Are y’all gonna kill me?” (Insert hearty laughter here.) “Britni’s fine. She’s been with me. She’d fallen asleep and was so quiet, that when I got home I realized I hadn’t taken her to school. So I brought her inside and was going to call the school, but my phone didn’t work. blah blah blah something about bus wouldn’t start blah blah blah didn’t want to disturb her sleeping blah blah blah I’ll bring her to you.”

“NO!” That’s when I stopped her. “I will come get her!” We decided on a meeting place—a store right by where she lived—and I got in the car and drove those curvy mountain roads faster than I ever had and ever would.

I pulled over, walked onto the bus, where the driver was still laughing it off, my eyes focused on my little girl. I unbuckled her, squeezed her, sniffed her.

“She’s got a little spot on her shirt where I have her some strawberry banana yogurt…”

Her voice trailed off as I walked off the bus and to the car. My hands shook so badly I could barely buckle Britni in her car seat.

Where have you been? What has been happening to you? Were you scared?

All these questions ran through my mind. But Britni couldn’t tell me. Like, literally. Britni didn’t speak in words and used very limited sign language. When I got her home, we went through our usual routine. I stared into her eyes as if I could absorb what was in her mind, like I could know by osmosis.

What.

Happened.

To.

My.

Little.

Girl?

In the following days, we had a visit from the man over the bus garage and another lady, and Britni’s teacher. The man asked me to write out what happened so they could have it for their records. He said they speculated that the bus driver had forgotten about Britni, drove home, parked the bus, then went to a city 45 minutes away where she was helping care for her mom. Five hours later, she gets back home, sees Britni on the bus, and says, “Oh crap.”

I see now why that was requested, and had I been wiser (I was only 25 years old and so naive), I would have handled the situation a lot differently. I was so relieved to have Britni back, to know she hadn’t been kidnapped or worse, that I couldn’t allow myself to think of anything else. I was in a fog—everything except relief was blunted. I went through the motions while avoiding the emotions.

Britni’s teacher (she had zero culpability in this) was horrified by it all, of course. She didn’t have to come visit us, but she did, and we appreciated it. Because of it, the school implemented a policy to call parents if a child is unexpectedly not at school. Something we both wished had already been in place.

And when we finally let her return to school, she had a car driver both morning and afternoon.

After

Soon, the reality of the situation began to set in.

My disabled daughter sat alone. On a school bus. In a driveway in a neighborhood. In February. At the age of four. For five hours.

Thirsty.

Hungry.

Scared.

Confused.

Cold.

Unable to go find help.

Unable to yell for help.

Unable to tell me what happened.

And no one who was supposed to protect her noticed she was missing.

Then it happened. Anger arrived with clarity, not chaos—and that made it worse. It wasn’t loud, but it was justified, and it set something alight in me. I asked begged for her to have a car driver. Why wasn’t there an aide on the bus? Do none of the buses have aides? Why does she have to go so far to school? Why wasn’t she accommodated at the school in the community where we lived, which was 3 miles away? Why could they not provide a car driver in the mornings because one wasn’t available, but suddenly they could? Britni hadn’t even been eating by mouth that long (she’d had a g-tube), and that woman fed her–what if she’d choked to death? What if she was allergic to strawberries?

That particular morning, as I cleaned, showered, watched TV, my daughter sat alone. Probably saying the only word she knew how to– “Omma”, calling out to me, but I never came.

The trauma Britni experienced would never be voiced by her. But by golly, her Omma could. Parents don’t know what they don’t know, and what I was learning through all this made me determined to let other parents know. Get them informed. Ask them to be aware.

Little did I know that this was only the first traumatic thing that would happen to my little girl on a school bus. I could never have imagined that something like it was going to happen.

That will have to be shared at a later time….

What I Use Every Night to Sleep Better (Even With Midnight Caregiving)

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Y’all, my sleep routine is absolutely necessary for my lifestyle. Caring for Britni means I have to be as rested as I can be, even though I’m up at least twice a night—switching out a monkey bear, taking her to potty, giving her water… whatever the shift requires.

One night she awakened, yelling “Omma!” with urgency. I went to her room and she put her finger up in the air. I turned the light on thinking perhaps it was bleeding for some reason, or maybe she’d jammed it somehow. No, she had a rough fingernail. I had to go get an emery board and file it smooth. Can’t blame her. That would’ve driven me nuts, too.

So yeah, my sleep is interrupted (which I don’t mind one bit), but I’ve built an environment that helps me fall back asleep quickly and get quality rest until my next summons from my wild-haired beauty in the next room. We spend about a third of our lives in bed–we might as well make those hours count.

(Interestingly, as a side note, Britni likes no blankets and no pillows. So she has a lot fewer requirements than I.)

If you’re looking for a few “tools” to help you get better sleep, here’s what’s turned my nights into an “A” game.

Motivational quote 'sleep more' on a minimalist speckled surface. — Yes, sleep more!

My Bed Space

Linenspa 3″ Gel Swirl Memory Foam Topper https://amzn.to/4a5jPRg Cooling gel, pressure-relieving, CertiPUR Certified, and thousands of solid ratings.

I truly didn’t think I’d like memory foam until we stayed at a swanky loft Airbnb in Bristol, Virginia. The day we got home, I ordered this. My pressure-point pain? Gone. It’s not hot, it doesn’t swallow you whole, and I honestly wonder why it took me decades to invest in one.

Adjustable Memory Foam Pillows https://amzn.to/4iR5IRG Shredded memory foam pillows you can customize. By unzipping and removing some filling, I turned that 2-pack into four pillows. One for my head, one to hug, one between my knees (stack those hips!), and one behind me. Yes, Robbie still has room on the bed. Barely. But he does. 😂

Satin Pillowcases https://amzn.to/3MVAPQ8 Smooth, zippered satin pillowcases with great reviews. I use these on the pillow I sleep on.
If you’re curious why satin is so popular for hair and skin, here’s a helpful breakdown from Good Housekeeping:
https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/home-products/a28037094/silk-pillowcases-benefits/

Feather & Stitch 500TC Cotton Sheets https://amzn.to/4ac5FxU Soft, breathable cotton sheets with 18″ deep pockets, top/bottom tags, and French pillowcase closures. They wash up beautifully and feel like luxury hotel bedding without the hotel bill.

Utopia Bedding Cotton Blanket https://amzn.to/44jlajQ A lightweight, breathable, soft cotton blanket. I keep one or two on the bed depending on the season for layering.

Weighted Blanket https://amzn.to/3MSxv8q I use this on top of my other blankets. If you’re interested in the research behind weighted blankets, here’s an NIH study you can read: https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11056563/
Certain people can benefit a lot, and some should avoid them, so it’s worth checking that out. A common guideline is to choose around 10% of your body weight.

In the Room

Oscillating Fan on the Dresser https://amzn.to/4pu5cvx I keep a fan on the dresser that both tilts and oscillates. I don’t like air blowing straight on me all night, so I aim it “just so” across the room. It keeps the air moving without feeling like I’m sleeping in a wind tunnel.

Yogasleep Dohm Classic White Noise Machine https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HD0ELFK?ref=t_ac_view_request_product_image&campaignId=amzn1.campaign.U82Z3C2BHZSK&linkCode=tr1&tag=304inthehouse-20&linkId=amzn1.campaign.U82Z3C2BHZSK_1765469945418
This makes me sleep so soundly that I don’t use it unless Britni is at her Momaw & Popaw’s house. I don’t think it’d prevent me from hearing her, but I don’t want to chance it.

This is real fan sound, not a looped recording. The tone and volume are adjustable, and it gives that steady whoosh my brain likes at night, and it sits right on my nightstand. I’ve tried apps and cheaper machines—this is the one I keep coming back to. And when we travel for our YouTube channel, I take it with me.

LEVOIT 6L Cool Mist Humidifier https://amzn.to/3YkpATV Top-fill, quiet sleep mode, works with an app, and runs through the night without fuss. Winter air in Appalachia is dry, and this keeps the bedroom from feeling like a desert. And if you have houseplants, this amazing thing helps you care for them via the app–win/win!

My Nightly Skincare Essentials

Estée Lauder Revitalizing Supreme+ Night Power Bounce Cream https://amzn.to/4q2Gl1K Listen. This one is the treat-yourself moment of my whole routine. It’s thick without being greasy, bouncy without being sticky, and my skin just drinks it in. The peptides do their thing overnight, and by morning, everything looks smoother, firmer, and just… happier.
It’s one of those creams that makes you tilt your head in the mirror like, “Okay… alright… she’s still got it.”
If you’ve been looking for something that actually feels like it’s doing something, this is the one that earned its spot on my nightstand.

Estée Lauder Advanced Night Repair Eye Supercharged Gel-Cream https://amzn.to/3KLCdEk Lightweight but powerful — a little “bounce gel” that tackles the dark circles and puffiness that come with being up at 2 a.m. swapping out a monkey bear or filing a rogue fingernail. It sinks in quickly, doesn’t sting, and makes my eyes look less “I’ve been up three times” and more “she got some rest.” When I skip it, I can tell. When I use it, I look alive again.

L’Oreal Collagen Daily Moisturizer https://amzn.to/4acL8cw If you’re not a skincare connoisseur, or if you’re looking for a more economical choice that still delivers, this one is a great pick. I especially use it on my neck — it feels like my skin takes a long, cool drink of water and just relaxes. It’s simple, reliable, and does exactly what I need it to.

NIVEA Essentially Enriched Body Lotion https://amzn.to/4j0qAX2
Thick, comforting lotion made for very dry skin. I’m a dry-skinned gal, and this one actually sticks around instead of disappearing 10 minutes later.

If You’re a Bath Person

Micro Ingredients Magnesium Flakes https://amzn.to/4rQnKaX
These flakes are wonderful for foot soaks or baths and are a great alternative to Epsom salt — which isn’t actually “salt” at all, it’s magnesium sulfate. Magnesium flakes (magnesium chloride) tend to absorb better and feel more soothing.

Some folks shouldn’t use magnesium this way, so please check with your doctor first. But if it’s safe for you, these make a noticeable difference in how relaxed you feel crawling into bed afterward.

Wrapping It Up

So that’s my set-up. Nothing fancy, nothing curated by a designer—just the things that make my nights calmer and my mornings possible.

If you’ve already found what works for your sleep, I’d love to hear about it. I’m always curious about other people’s “creature comforts” and little rituals that make life easier.

And if you try any of my picks, let me know how they work for you. I love hearing when something I share becomes a new favorite for someone else.

Thank you, truly, for reading, for being here, and for anyone who chooses to shop through my links. Every little bit helps me stay home with Britni, and that is a gift I don’t take for granted.

Here’s to softer sheets, better sleep, and waking up ready for whatever the next midnight summons brings. 🩵

My Favorite Outdoor Lights!

🔥 The Outdoor Flickering Flame Solar Lights That Have Lasted Me 5 Years (and Still Going Strong!)

(This post includes affiliate links — it won’t cost you a dime extra, but it helps keep our adventures going.)

If you’ve followed me for a while, you know I love my porch-sittin’ evenings and garden strolls. Well, back in December 2020, I ordered a set of outdoor solar lights from Amazon — and y’all, they are still burning bright almost five years later.

These aren’t your average lights. They have a realistic flickering flame effect that makes them look like tiny lanterns burning away at dusk. When my neighbor’s dad first saw them, he thought there was actual fire inside! That’s how authentic they look.

👉 Check them out here: https://amzn.to/4n7d98g

Why I Love These Outdoor Solar Lights

Durability: Mine have stayed in the exact same spot at the steps of our porch since 2020 — through Virginia summers, rain, and even snow. Never brought them in.
Solar-Powered: No batteries or wiring. Just set them out and let the sun do the work.
Ambiance: The flame effect is warm, cozy, and so inviting. Perfect for porches, pathways, or garden areas.
Crowd Favorite: After seeing mine, our neighbor bought some, then my parents ordered their own set. (They’ve kind of become a “thing” in our circle 😅).

This year I ordered two more sets for our middle garden pathway, just in time for fall decorating. The glow gives such a perfect, welcoming vibe.

Curtain Lights for Extra Magic ✨

If you’ve seen photos of my porch, you’ve probably noticed the curtain lights in the background. I love them just as much:

8 different lighting modes.
Stay on for hours after dark.
Perfect backdrop for fall evenings or even holiday gatherings.

👉 You can find those here: https://amzn.to/428VyET

Porch-Sittin’ Approved

I always say, if I love something, I’ll share it. My porch-sittin’ friends can vouch — these lights are the real deal. Whether you’re getting ready for fall gatherings, adding safety to your walkway, or just love that warm flickering glow, these are worth it.

So if you’ve been thinking about upgrading your outdoor lighting, give these a try. I promise, they’re tried, true, and tested by me (and my whole family at this point 😂).

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Final Thoughts

Outdoor solar lights are one of those small upgrades that make a big difference. They’re affordable, long-lasting, and instantly boost the atmosphere of your home. For me, they’ve gone from a random Amazon order in 2020 to a five-year favorite I keep coming back to.

If you end up trying them, let me know — I’d love to see how you use them in your porch or garden space!

Because I Want to Know

Because I Want to Know isn’t just a journal—it’s a way to hold on to the stories that make us who we are. A keepsake for parents, grandparents, and anyone whose wisdom you don’t want to lose.

The Questions I Didn’t Ask

One afternoon, Mom, Dad, Britni, and I were riding around when Dad started talking about Popaw—his dad. Popaw was witty, always quick with a funny saying. Dad shared one of them, and I laughed before asking, “Well, what did that even mean?”

Dad paused and admitted, “Ya know, I don’t know. I wish I had asked him.”

Popaw passed away in 2007. That moment left me wishing we had more of his stories, more of his wisdom—more of the everyday details that made him who he was.

Why Family Questions Matter

Since then, I’ve thought a lot about the random questions I ask my parents. Some are small and lighthearted—like their favorite meals growing up. Others go deeper—like how they met, where they got married, or what their favorite date nights were.

I also think about the questions I never asked my grandparents, great-grandparents, and other relatives. Those answers are gone now, and with them, parts of the bigger story of who we are and where we come from.

Rooted in Curiosity

The truth is, these questions do more than fill in family history. They ground us. They give us a sense of belonging. And sometimes, they even offer the kind of guidance we don’t realize we need until we hear it.

Why I Wrote Because I Want to Know

That’s why I created this book. It’s a place to capture those questions—and more importantly, the answers.

You can pass it along to someone you’d love to learn from, or fill it out yourself as a gift for your children and grandchildren. Either way, it’s about keeping stories alive instead of leaving them unsaid.

Because one day, someone will wish they had asked.

Get your copy here: Because I Want to Know

Why I Love Southern Small Town Life: A Grocery Store Conversation Over Duke’s Mayo

A Conversation in the Grocery Aisle

As I was trying to decide, I heard a man’s voice behind me say, “You just can’t go anywhere anymore without gettin’ bad news.”

I turned and saw a gentleman—probably 75 or so—standing by me, clearly hoping to engage in conversation. In a small southern town grocery store, strangers rarely stay strangers for long.

I obliged.

“Oh my,” I replied. “I’m sorry you’ve been given bad news.”

He pointed toward the pickle shelves. “That woman I’s talkin’ to up ’ere, she told me about a friend of mine in Floyd who just died.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Connecting Over West Virginia Roots

I opened my mouth to say something—what, I don’t know—when he suddenly got a twinkle in his eye.

“You from these parts?” he asked.

“No, sir. I’m originally from West Virginia.”

His eyes lit up. “What part?”

“Princeton,” I said.

So, right there in the condiment aisle, I gave him the Reader’s Digest version of my last few decades—where I’d lived, why we’d moved, and how we’d ended up here. The unusualness of my maiden name prompted him to go into way-back roots, ethnicity and such.

He started to leave. “It’s been nice talkin’ to ya.”

I smiled and told him the same, adding that I hoped he’d get some good news before the day was done.

“Me, too!” he said, laughing and coughing again.

That short three or four minutes in a grocery store aisle reminded me why I love southern small town life—why I love this town. In Appalachia, rarely does one meet a stranger. Rarely does it feel awkward to share a piece of your life with someone you’ve never met. For many older folks, these conversations are their version of Facebook—connection through simple, everyday interactions.

And I’m always thankful to be part of it.

Oh—and in case you’re wondering—I went with the giant giant jar of Duke’s mayonnaise. I wouldn’t be a true Southern woman if I hadn’t.

Baxter Wrote a Book!

If you’ve been around here for a while, you already know Baxter Huggins Montani — our curly-haired Cockapoo with way too much personality to stay in the background. He’s been our shop assistant, our travel buddy, and occasionally the reason I have paw prints on freshly mopped floors. And now… Baxter is the co-author of Paws and Reflect dog memory journal — a keepsake designed to capture the muddy-paw prints, tail wags, and heart-melting moments that make life with a dog unforgettable.

How It Happened

This whole idea started the way a lot of ours do — with a conversation that turned into a “what if?” Robbie and I were joking one night about how Baxter always seems to “narrate” his life through those looks he gives us. What if he actually could write things down? What would he want us to remember?

That thought grew into a journal — but not just any journal. Paws and Reflect dog memory journal is written as if your dog is telling their own story, with prompts, questions, and spaces for photos and memories. It’s goofy, it’s heartfelt, and it’s a little muddy-pawed — just like life with a dog.

Why I Love It

When we sat down to pull this book together, I didn’t want it to feel stiff or formal. I wanted it to be the kind of keepsake you’d pull out years from now and smile (or cry) over. The spots for gotcha day, favorite toys, family members, and vet visits will help capture the facts, but Paws and Reflect dog memory journal shines brightest in the silly parts — like how your dog snores, or the tricks they refuse to learn.

It’s also become a little bittersweet for me. As I was working on the pages, I kept thinking about the dogs we’ve loved and lost. This would have been such a gift to have for them — a way to hold onto the ordinary magic of their lives.

Who It’s For

Paws and Reflect dog memory journal isn’t just for new puppy parents (though it’s perfect for that too). It’s for anyone who sees their dog as family. It’s for the dog moms and dads who want to document the daily details, and it’s also for those who may be grieving and want a gentle way to remember.

From Baxter, with Love

Of course, Baxter insists that he deserves most of the credit. After all, he supplied the inspiration, the attitude, and the occasional bark to keep me on track. I just had the opposable thumbs to help him out.

So, from Baxter’s desk to yours — here’s Paws and Reflect–a little something to help you capture the story of your own four-legged best friend. You can take a closer look at Paws and Reflect here.

Baxter Huggins Montani, our Cockapoo and co-author of “Paws and Reflect: A Memory Journal Written by Your Dog,” posing with his family and book. A fun, heartfelt dog memory journal and keepsake gift for pet lovers, dog moms, and new puppy parents. — Baxter showing off his big debut: Paws and Reflect.

Because life with a dog isn’t just lived. It’s remembered. 🐾

Goodbye Comfort Zone

As some of you already know, I recently became unemployed for the first time since 2011, so Robbie and I have begun content creating. (He’s more part of the content, and I, the creator.)

In May 2024, we became Rob & Teresa in Appalachia.

I’m not a pro at it. Heck, I’m not even great at it yet—especially the videography part. Interestingly, I lack in the promo part, too. This is odd, because for the past 4 years, this is what I’ve done—either teaching marketing or doing it; however, I’ve never done it for myself.

Honestly, it feels odd.

But if I want our endeavor to grow, I’m gonna hafta.

Wow, This Takes Time

Content creation can be monetized (I’m hoping that ours will supplement my staying at home and being available for Britni 100% of the time), but for it to start earning money, we need subscribers, followers, likes, comments, watch hours, etc. For instance, on YouTube, we need 1,000 subscribers and 4000 valid public watch hours in the last 12 months. Yes, that’s a lot. But not impossible.

Content creation takes time. First, you have to get the video (which, for us, happens after weeks of planning to get to the place where the videos are shot—we have to coordinate Britni’s care with my parents and Baxter’s stay at the resort). I get home with at least a few hours of raw (unedited) content. This is when the real work starts.

Did you know that on average, editing takes about 1 to 1.5 hours per minute of video. My most recent fifteen-minute video on Cool Cruisin’ Nights took about 30 hours to edit. Now, the more I do it, the better and quicker I’ll get, but even professionals would have taken about 15 to 22 hours to edit it. I worked during the early hours of the morning before Britni woke up, and a couple times had some creativity left in me at night after she went to bed to eke out a few more edits. Video editing requires—for me, at least—an unbroken stream of thought. Big chunks. Four or five hour stretches. I’m more of a “morning & earlier in the day” creative person anyway.

None of this is said with resentment or disdain. I love doing this. I’m just sharing what the editing part involves. Mad props to those content creators who are making a living from it—you are definitely earning it! Other places I can monetize are my blog and through my Amazon Associate store. When you order from an Amazon link I post, I earn a small commission on eligible purchases.

Doing What I Love

In 2019, I finally earned my BS in Communications with an emphasis in Public Relations, Persuasion, and Advocacy from ODU (go, Monarchs!) I’m tapping into that degree now…. using what I went to school for…and looking at every avenue for potential income supplements.

When I love something, I want to share it with everyone–I get passionate about it. Whether it’s

Cooking

Great shopping finds

Fishing

Gardening

Advocating for individuals who have exceptional needs

Music

Cars

Appalachia

Our beloved West Virginia

Our amazing Queen Britni…

And doing it—sharing & promoting—takes a bit more fancy footwork for us than your average folk. Besides Robbie & me, my Mom & Dad are Britni’s only caregivers, and they live an hour away. Britni doesn’t travel well without them with us, so when we make our short trips, she stays with them. For a two-night getaway, we must first ensure they’re available to care for her, then make sure there’s availability for Baxter to stay at Goin’ to the Dogs Pet Resort, then check for accommodations at our destination. As newbies, our outgo is more than our income because we have to spend money to get the content, from which we’ll eventually see a return (you see how I’m thinking positively?).

Makes Me Nervous!

Put $ out to bring $ in? This is way outside of my comfort zone.

But I’m 53.

It’s time.

Plus, the higher the risk, the greater the reward.

And since I’m already out of that comfort zone, I figured I’d go ahead and ask.

Would you like to show your support, and do it at zero cost to you? All it takes is a click or two. A tap on a screen. Perhaps a comment and a thumbs up (I’m not forcing a “like”, but those are much preferred over the ol’ thumbs down). And shares. When you share, it helps us reach people we never would otherwise.

Here’s How

Helping with our YouTube channel is easy. Subscribe, like, comment…and when you set notifications to all, you’ll get an email letting you know when we posted another video. (You can see how to do it here.) The time watched, too, is counted, which goes toward our being eligible for the YouTube Partner Program. Like I said, 4000 watch hours and 1000 subscribers in 12 months is a lot, but it’s not impossible.

Facebook—like the page, like and comment on posts, share on your page. Instagram—leave us a comment, hit that heart.

Just engage.

When you do, it shows these platforms we’re relevant, and they’ll keep pushing our content out there for more people to see. Your engagement doesn’t happen in a silo…it creates a ripple effect. And it is much appreciated. Not only does it help us, we love hearing from you! We love learning what others’ likes and opinions are just as much as we love sharing ours.

If you’re trying to get your business, or your content out there for the masses, feel free to share this information with your audience. Let them know how important these small, quick, and free actions are to you. Things that are too simple often seem like they don’t matter.

But they do.

And for each of you who has read through to this part, and subscribed, liked, shared, and/or commented, we are eternally grateful.

Robbie, Britni, and I thank you!

My Favorite Place in the House!

My Space!

This year brought with it a career change. You may have already seen on my site here that Robbie and I are venturing out into content creation as “Rob and Teresa in Appalachia,” replete with a YouTube channel, Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest. Content creators have lots of equipment (more than I ever realized!), and said equipment needs space to be used and stored.

So.

I had a corner in our bedroom that needed something done with it. We had a new closet built some years ago, and it created this cute “cubby hole” right by a window that sat blank, unused, and undecorated. Matter of fact, it was a catch-all while I was cleaning out closets and dressers and bookshelves…

The job change was my motivation.

I Love Color

The area is only 50 inches wide, and 40.5 inches deep. I needed scaled down versions of a desk, chair, and lamp, and I wanted it to feel fresh, bright, and inspire creativity. I started with the paint. Twenty-nine ounces of paint took care of both walls—HGTV Home by Sherwin Williams is the brand, Parsley Sprig is the color, and I got it in a satin finish. Even though it says one coat perfection, I went ahead & used all of it and put two coats on.

And Light

I found a small, white desk with fabric drawers that fits perfectly in my new office space. It was very easy to put together, too, and I love that it has ribbon lights under the upper shelf. I can change the colors, the brightness, set it to different modes. The drawers hold all of my zip drives, memory cards, charging cords, wireless microphones, mini-tripods, and selfie lights–with room to spare! I hang my gimbal on the side of the desk on one of the two hooks. My larger tripods (not in the photos) can be stored in neatly, propped up in the corner in their cases.

Comfortable Seating & Sounds

For my chair I needed something comfortable, armless, and I wanted white, and this one did not disappoint! It was extremely simple to put together, it swivels, rolls, and the height is adjustable. With the furniture bought, I began placing the accessories/necessities.

Though I’m “tucked away”, so to speak, away from our common living area, I wanted a keyboard that is nearly silent—none of that annoying clickety-clacking. This one has a good feel/response, a rubber keyboard cover, which I leave on while using it, and has an accompanying mouse (it’s also nearly silent). Both are charged via USB, and the charge lasts for months.

The floor lamp fits in with my retro-style and is not overwhelming. For creature comforts, I have a handheld, rechargeable fan that fits nicely on the shelf (and is amazing for this fifty-something’s hot flashes!) And since I’m an audiophile, as well as a Bose junkie, I have the Bose Soundlink Flex, and Bose QuietComfort Ultra Wireless Noise Cancelling Headphones. Sometimes earbuds are irritating and uncomfortable–these headphones are soft as butter. I was blown away by the sound quality, too, whether it’s a phone conversation or music. 10/10 for me.

In all, the desk, chair, lamp, and paint totaled less than $400.

Let’s Add Some Whimsy

Finishing touches included plants, a clock, serotonin and dopamine molecules & West Virginia’s area code cut out of wood and painted a high-gloss navy, and the Lasso of Truth hanging on one of the hooks on the side of the desk. Because. Wonder Woman.

I love getting inspiration from other workspaces. If you have an area you’ve transformed, send a photo! You can email it to robandteresa.wv@gmail.com In a future blog post, I’ll be sharing readers’ transformations—perhaps yours will inspire someone! Don’t forget to follow us on Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest, and subscribe to our YouTube, too. We’re just getting started but are looking forward to sharing our adventures. And now that I have an awesome creativity corner, the work won’t really be work.

Thanks for reading. Until next time!

Rob & Teresa in Appalachia

Look Who Joined Me!

At the Duke’s Mayo Bowl in Charlotte, NC, December 2023. WVU 30-UNC 10

Robbie and I have ventured out into uncharted territory–we started a YouTube channel. We also have Facebook and Instagram.

Why?

Well, we love Appalachia and we have a lot of fun. Whether it’s family antics, travel, fishing, hunting, gardening, cooking, or cheering on our Mountaineers, we want to share it with you. We’ve watched and enjoyed YouTube creators for a few years now and we often say, “We could do that!”

So….we did.

This year (2024), I was replaced at my job where I worked three days at home and two days in-office, because remote work was no longer an option. I couldn’t be there five days a week, of course, because I care for Britni–this is what made us finally jump in with both feet & create our channel. I’m finally able to exercise my creative abilities!

I’m the tech person, but I have a lot to learn. A lot. But I’ll get there. So, I hope you’ll subscribe and follow along on our journey. We love engagement and will reply to every comment. We’re also looking for recommendations on places to travel. If you have somewhere you’d like for us to go and document for YouTube, let us know where and why. If we go there, we’ll credit you with the recommendation!

Onward & upward. Thank you for being a part of it!

Montani Semper Liberi

@robandteresa #robandteresa